In the depths of their minds, Blizzard and Asukazen found themselves enveloped in an overwhelming sense of agony. The pain was beyond anything they had ever experienced, piercing through their bodies like a thousand sharp needles. They were conscious, trapped within their own suffering, aware of the dire state of their existence.
Unable to move or speak, their minds raced with fragmented thoughts and memories. The events of shattering the tall white gate to prevent Xalvador and William from resetting reality flashed before them. The guilt and regret weighed heavily on their hearts. They questioned whether their actions had led to the destruction of their entire reality, filled with despair at the possibility of causing so much devastation.
They tried to recall how they ended up on the mountain, but their memories were hazy and disjointed. Blizzard and Asukazen drifted through a sea of agony and pure jolts of pain as they struggled to maintain their fading consciousness. The black cloak hooded figure had thrown the green cloak over them, and now they lay on the ground of a desolate mountain, their bodies encased in sharp crystals, unable to move or escape their torment.
But then, something unexpected happened. A surge of powerful electricity surged through their minds, assaulting their very beings. The pain intensified to an unbearable level, and they felt like they could die at any moment. As the agony intensified, they saw a multitude of colors swirling around them before being engulfed in blinding white light.
Blizzard and Asukazen found themselves trapped in an eternal expanse of pure white. They gasped for breath, but to their astonishment, they couldn't feel the thousands of sharp crystals that had once pierced their bodies. The curse and the grotesque singular crystal wing on their back seemed to have vanished. They lay on a soft surface as if resting on a bed, but they couldn't see anything around them. Everything was engulfed in a blinding white light.
Unable to see, they tried to make sense of their surroundings, but everything was blank, engulfed in the blinding whiteness. Their sense of hearing was also confusing, as if sounds were muffled and distorted. They could not speak or communicate with each other, and their connection to their own bodies felt hazy and distant.
They tried to move, to open their mouths, to make sense of their surroundings, but their bodies remained unresponsive. They were alive, yet trapped in a state of complete paralysis. Their sense of hearing was distorted, as if they were submerged in water, unable to make out any distinct sounds.
Suddenly, they heard the distinct sound of footsteps on a wooden surface, but the noise was difficult to decipher. It seemed like there was someone else nearby, but they couldn't tell for sure.
In this disorienting state, neither Blizzard nor Asukazen knew if they had both survived or what had become of them. They were trapped in this strange void of whiteness, unable to see or move, and uncertain of their fate. The scene remained shrouded in mystery as they continued to exist in this perplexing realm of pure white.
As time passed in the void of white, Blizzard and Asukazen slowly regained some of their senses. Their hearing improved slightly, allowing them to perceive distant sounds more clearly. However, they still could not see or move their bodies. The memories of being trapped in their agonizing crystalized forms and encountering the black hooded figure and other strange people in colorful cloaks with animal masks remained foggy, like fragments of a distant dream.
Despite the haze, they felt a gradual sense of relief as the intense pain began to dissipate. It was as if the pain that had consumed them for so long was gradually fading away. However, they still couldn't comprehend where they were or how they had arrived in this white void.
Their mouths were visible, but they still couldn't speak or make any sound. Their bodies felt disconnected, as if they were separate from themselves. They remained in this mysterious state, uncertain of what had transpired and what the future held for them.
As the second day passed in the mysterious white void, Blizzard and Asukazen continued to recover some of their senses. Their sense of hearing had improved, and they could now hear more clearly. They heard voices outside, the laughter and chatter of children, some of whom mentioned the word 'Keyblade.' The sounds were coming from a window nearby, suggesting they were in a multi-story building.
Their eyesight had also improved slightly, but it was still blindingly white, making it challenging for them to see anything clearly. They could discern a ceiling and the outline of a window, but the overwhelming white light coming through the window obscured their view. They couldn't make out any other details of their surroundings.
The confusion in their minds persisted, and they were unable to think clearly or remember much of what had happened to them. They wondered where they were and how they ended up in this peculiar place. The mention of the Keyblade by the children outside puzzled them further. Not everyone was aware of the Keyblade's existence, and the fact that it was being mentioned here intrigued them.
Despite their limited thinking and understanding, one thing was evident, the agonizing pain that had consumed them was slowly subsiding. As the pain lessened, they felt a glimmer of hope that they might survive whatever had befallen them.
Yet, amidst the relief from the pain, they remained trapped in the mysterious white void, their bodies still unable to move, and their eyesight obscured by the blinding light. They could only listen to the voices beyond the window and wonder what awaited them in this strange place. With each passing moment, they were left to grapple with the enigma of their current existence and the uncertainty of their future.
As the days passed, Blizzard and Asukazen's condition gradually improved, albeit slowly. On the third day, they felt a presence nearby, as if someone was checking on their health. However, they were still unable to move or see clearly, and their sense of hearing was their only connection to the outside world.
On the fourth day, a significant improvement occurred. Their sense of hearing fully returned, allowing them to hear the sounds from outside the window with greater clarity. They could now discern the voices of children playing and talking about Keyblades. It was as if they were in a place with young Keyblade Wielders.
By the fifth day, they experienced a glimmer of hope as their eyesight started to improve slightly. The blinding white light that had engulfed them was starting to subside, and they could make out faint shapes and outlines. Their movements were also showing some signs of returning, but it was an excruciating struggle to even twitch a finger or move their heads. The pain from their bodies still lingered, making every attempt at movement agonizing.
Despite these improvements, they were still trapped in a state of limited mobility and vision. They could only see vague glimpses of their surroundings, but it was a step forward from complete blindness. They could hear more clearly and even move slightly, but their situation was far from ideal.
On the sixth day, there was no noticeable improvement, and Blizzard and Asukazen had no choice but to wait, hoping for further progress in their recovery. However, on the seventh day, they experienced a small breakthrough. They regained a bit more control over their bodies' movements, allowing them to make slight adjustments.
With a sense of hope, they mustered the strength to look at their own hands and bodies. They were hit with a horrifying realization. Their bodies were no longer their own. They were now in the bodies of children. Both Blizzard and Asukazen found themselves in the form of an eleven-year-old. Shocked and panicked, they attempted to scream, but only muffled noises escaped their mouths, and moving was still a painful struggle.
The sudden transformation caused them to have a mental breakdown. They felt trapped and disoriented, unable to comprehend how or why this had happened to them. In their desperation, they tried to break free from their new prison, but their limited control over their bodies only heightened their distress.
As they were in the midst of their turmoil, a door opened, revealing a person in a pink cloak wearing an animal mask. It was Ava, one of the Foretellers. She witnessed their panic and saw them losing their grip on reality due to the bewildering situation they found themselves in.
Asukazen and Blizzard continued to panic, their minds in a state of disarray as they struggled to come to terms with their new bodies and the inexplicable transfer of their consciousness. Ava approached them with a gentle and reassuring demeanor, trying to calm them down.
Ava: Hey, it's alright. (Ava spoke in a soothing tone,) I know this is incredibly confusing and overwhelming, but you're safe now.
Asukazen's mouth moved, trying to form words, but only gibberish escaped his lips. He desperately wanted to question Ava, to understand what had happened to them, but his body was still adjusting to its new form, and his vocal cords were not yet ready to respond.
Ava continued, trying to reassure them.
Ava: It will take some time for you to fully recover and adapt to your new bodies. The Master has a secret method to transfer consciousness, and he used it to save you both. It's a mystery even to me, but he has his ways.
Asukazen and Blizzard continued to struggle, their minds racing with confusion and fear, but unable to form words or coherent responses. Ava understood their frustration and shock, knowing that their bodies and minds needed time to adjust to the new situation.
Ava: You don't need to worry about speaking right now. (Ava reassured them.) Your bodies are still adapting, and it might take some time for you to fully regain control. But know that you're not alone, and we'll do everything we can to help you through this.
Ava sighed softly, her eyes filled with compassion as she looked at Blizzard and Asukazen in their new bodies, still unable to form words or fully express themselves. She understood the immense agony they had endured and how unsettling their current situation must be.
Ava: I know this must be incredibly difficult for you both. (Ava said gently.) The Master has his own reasons for everything he does. He saw something in you, something worth saving, worth keeping alive, even if it meant subjecting you to this agonizing process.
She paused for a moment, trying to find the right words to convey her thoughts.
Ava: I won't lie, I was initially horrified by your condition, and I wished for a peaceful end for you both. But the Master, he's... different. He sees potential and possibilities where others may not. He must have seen something in you that intrigued him, and that's why he went to such lengths to save you.
Asukazen and Blizzard listened to Ava's words, their minds still reeling from the overwhelming experience they had gone through. Even though they couldn't respond, they understood what she was saying and felt a mixture of confusion and gratitude.
Ava: The screaming... it was unbearable for everyone, for an entire week. (She said with a heavy sigh.) Even the children heard it, and they were frightened. I don't know what the Master did to you during that time, but it must have been a grueling ordeal to transfer your consciousness into new bodies, it must has been extremely agonizing. It was relentless, I don't know how you endured it.
Blizzard and Asukazen listened intently, their eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and fear. They have no recollection of the past two weeks before they were in that bed, and the idea that they had endured such torment was beyond their comprehension.
Ava: Take your time. (Ava said, her voice gentle.) You will recover and adapt to your new bodies. The Master believes in you, and maybe, in time, you will understand why he made this decision.
Ava looked back at them with a solemn expression.
Ava: I understand that this must all be very overwhelming. (Ava continued, her voice filled with understanding.) But for now, focus on recovering. Once you're feeling better, we can talk more about your options and what the Union entails. And don't worry, I'll be here to support you every step of the way.
Ava turned to face Blizzard and Asukazen once more before leaving the room.
Ava: One more thing, you're not alone. (She said with a reassuring smile.) If you're as strong as the Master sensed, you both should had felt the two other presences here with you by now, you might not see or hear them yet, but they are here, watching over you. They've been in this room since this morning.
With those words, Ava left the room, leaving Blizzard and Asukazen feeling perplexed. They tried their best to look around, but their vision was still hazy, and they couldn't see anyone else in the room. Confused and frustrated, they could only lie there, unable to do anything but wait.
Asukazen and Blizzard felt a strange and uncanny sensation washing over them, leaving them feeling weak and powerless. They looked down at their hands, trying to focus their energy and summon their Keyblades, but nothing happened. Panic started to set in as the realization hit them, their power level had dropped to zero. They couldn't summon the Keyblade anymore.
Blizzard tried to speak, but only a faint, hoarse whisper escaped his lips.
Blizzard: Wh-what... happened? (He managed to utter, his voice barely audible.)
Asukazen's eyes widened in shock and fear as he too tried to form words.
Asukazen: Key-Keyblade... gone. (He stammered, his voice weak and shaky.)
They both struggled to comprehend the gravity of their situation. They had been saved, yes, but at what cost? Without their Keyblades, they felt vulnerable and lost. The very essence of their identities as Keyblade Wielders had been taken away.
Hours passed, and as the day turned at evening, a strange feeling started to wash over Blizzard and Asukazen. It was almost as if there was something in the room with them, two presences they couldn't quite explain. They couldn't see or hear anything, but they could sense something, a comforting and reassuring energy surrounding them.
As the night fell, that presence became more prominent, and the feeling of loneliness started to fade away. Even though they couldn't see or communicate with whoever was there, Blizzard and Asukazen felt a strange connection, as if they were being watched over.
Blizzard and Asukazen woke up on the seventh day, morning, with their eyesight slowly improving. The blinding white light that engulfed them was now less intense, allowing them to see their surroundings more clearly. However, they still struggled to find the strength to fully raise themselves from their beds, their bodies feeling weak and exhausted.
The memories of what had happened before flooded back to them - their attempt to save reality from resetting, their fight to prevent Xalvador and William from using the tall gate of Kingdom Hearts. And in the end, the devastating realization that they had accidentally erased their own reality. Were they the only survivors of their world? Had they inadvertently caused the deaths of billions of people?
Guilt washed over them as they lay there, tears streaming down their faces. They felt the weight of their failure, the consequences of their actions hitting them hard. The loss of their Keyblades, the symbol of their strength and purpose, was a painful reminder of their mistakes.
They had wanted to make a difference, to protect their reality, but instead, they had caused unimaginable destruction. The thought that they might be the sole survivors of their world was a heavy burden to bear.
As they lay there, contemplating their fate, they suddenly felt the two unknown presences more faintly. It was as if their mental breakdown had triggered some reaction from the mysterious observers. However, despite this strange occurrence, they were still the only two in the room. Something was amiss, and they couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched without their knowledge.
The uncertainty and fear added to their distress, and they longed for answers. Why were they spared? Why were they brought here? And most importantly, how could they ever atone for the mistakes they had made?
Asukazen lay on his bed, his eyes filled with sorrow and guilt.
Asukazen: What have... I done? (He whispered to himself, his voice trembling with emotion.) We both caused this. We shattered the gate... and now... our reality... is gone. Maybe this is my punishment. I don't deserve to live after what I've done... (Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to come to terms with the weight of his actions.)
Blizzard, lying on the adjacent bed, could only look at Asukazen with pained eyes, unable to speak yet. He felt the same guilt and frustration. He couldn't believe that their attempt to save reality had resulted in such a catastrophic outcome.
Asukazen fell silent, too overwhelmed by his own emotions to speak further. He felt the weight of his failures and the guilt of potentially causing so much destruction, and it left him feeling lost and without hope. Blizzard, too, remained quiet, unable to find the words to express his own turmoil.
On the eighth day, Asukazen and Blizzard continued to make progress in their recovery. The blinding white light in their vision had diminished further, and they regained a bit more control over their bodies. However, the weight of guilt was still too much for Asukazen to bear.
Blizzard noticed the look of anguish on Asukazen's face, and his heart sank. He could see that his ally was reaching a breaking point. Suddenly, in an unexpected turn of events. Asukazen fell off his bed and began crawling on the floor like a snake, desperately trying to reach the door. Each movement was excruciatingly slow and agonizing for him, but driven by an overwhelming need for escape.
Blizzard tried to call out to him, but his voice was weak and barely audible.
Blizzard: Asu...kazen... stop... (He managed to say, his voice trembling with emotion.)
But Asukazen was consumed by his anguish and could not hear Blizzard's plea. His mind was fixated on reaching the door, as if he believed that escape would somehow alleviate the burden of his guilt.
He crawled painfully slowly, inch by inch, his body trembling with pain and exhaustion. The room seemed to stretch before him, the distance to the door becoming an endless expanse of suffering.
Asukazen: I... I can't take it anymore. Why am... I even alive? It's not fair... I don't deserve... a second chance...
Asukazen's words were filled with despair and self-loathing. The guilt of what he believed he had caused was overwhelming, and he saw no purpose in continuing to live. But even in his state of despair, he was determined to escape the room, unable to bear the weight of his own emotions.
As Asukazen continued to crawl towards the door, his hand reaching out to open it, both he and Blizzard suddenly heard a mysterious voice in their heads. The voices sounded exactly the same, and it sent shivers down their spines.
Voice 1: Stop! What you are doing is not worth it! You're scaring us with your actions and your words!
Voice 2: Please, don't do this! We're terrified because of you. We have concealed our presence until now, but we couldn't stay silent any longer!
Asukazen and Blizzard froze in shock, their hearts pounding with fear and confusion. They couldn't understand what was happening. How were there voices in their heads? And who were these beings speaking to them?
Voice 1: Your pain and anguish... it's overwhelming. It's too much for us to handle. We've been concealing our presence, fearing that your emotions might overwhelm us.
Voice 2: (hesitating) We... we are not sure how to help you. But we can't stand to see you like this.
Voice 1: (softly) We don't know your names, but we can feel your pain. Please, don't give up.
The two voices fell silent, leaving Asukazen and Blizzard in even more confusion. They were left with their own thoughts, still unable to fully understand the situation they were in.
Asukazen's hand trembled as he slowly pulled it back from the doorknob. Blizzard's eyes glistened with tears as he tried to make sense of the voices in his head. They were scared, alone, and in pain, but now they were also confronted with the presence of these unseen beings, who seemed to care for them, despite their fear.
Asukazen's eyes were filled with tears, his voice choked with emotion as he glared at Blizzard.
Asukazen: Why can't I just die? (He whispered, his words barely audible.) Haven't I fought enough? Haven't we... both suffered too much already?
Blizzard felt his heart ache as he watched his ally in such agony. He struggled to find the words to respond, but his vocal cords were weak, and all he could do was let out a muffled noise.
The voices in their heads remained silent, sensing the turmoil in their hearts. Asukazen felt torn, wanting to escape the suffering, but the voice he heard earlier seemed to be pleading with him, expressing sadness and fear at his pain, and that left him conflicted.
Asukazen: (voice weak and trembling.) Nothing! Nothing... can stop me from opening... that door and leaving... I can't... I can't take it anymore... (struggling to breathe) But I don't want to make someone else sad...
Blizzard's heart ached, feeling the weight of Asukazen's struggle. He wished he could speak, to reassure him, to say something, but his own vocal cords still wouldn't cooperate.
After a moment of contemplation, Asukazen made a decision.
Blizzard watched Asukazen return to the bed, his own eyes filled with tears and confusion. He didn't fully understand the situation either, but he knew that the voices had a profound impact on Asukazen. Despite his own struggles, Blizzard felt a glimmer of hope knowing that they were not alone in this ordeal.
Asukazen laid back on the bed, his body still aching, but a sense of relief washed over him. He knew that this reality would still be difficult, but for now, he found solace in the fact that he had decided not to act on his darkest thoughts.
Asukazen: (thinking to himself) Why am still alive? Did I cause this? Is this my punishment?
Lying back down on the bed, Asukazen's mind raced with thoughts. He wondered if all of this suffering was some form of punishment. Had he done something so terrible that he deserved to endure this torment? He couldn't comprehend why he was chosen to survive while his own reality was erased.
Blizzard watches Asukazen, his own emotions swirling inside him, but he remains silent. He knows that Asukazen is too prideful to accept any consolation. Instead, Blizzard reflects on what Asukazen said about his guilt, thinking that maybe Asukazen is burdening himself too much with his own feelings of responsibility.
The silence of the room, the weight of despair and the uncertainty of their situation loomed over them. They were still confined to these unfamiliar bodies, and they didn't know what awaited them beyond the walls of this room.
Asukazen: (struggling to speak) Blizzard, what's going to happen to us now? I... I can't even move properly. And if it's about fighting more Heartless, I can't do it. I'm not worthy of using my Keyblade anymore after what we did... after what I did.
Blizzard: (trying to reassure Asukazen) Asukazen, you need... to focus on the present. All this guilt... is going to be the death of you if you keep... dwelling on it! We need to figure out what's happening now, not worry... about the past.
Asukazen: (shaking his head) I don't know if I can, Blizzard. We caused so much destruction, and I can't help but blame myself. If only we hadn't shattered that gate... if only we hadn't been so reckless.
Blizzard: (trying to reason with Asukazen) We've been given a second chance, and we need to make the most of it. Maybe we can't change the past, but we can use our experiences to make a difference now. You're not alone in this!
Asukazen: (looking away) I appreciate your words, Blizzard, but I can't bear the thought of causing more harm. The fact remains that I took part in destroying our reality. I can't use a Keyblade anymore. I don't deserve that power.
Asukazen: (vowing to himself) I won't use a Keyblade ever again. It's best for everyone.
Blizzard: (in shock) What are you saying?! You're more powerful than me, and you're giving up on using the Keyblade?
Asukazen: (firmly) Yes, I am. I don't want to be responsible for more death and destruction. I can't bear that burden anymore.
Blizzard was taken aback, dropping his jaw in shock at Asukazen's resolve. He had always seen Asukazen as the more powerful of the two. But now, to see him give up on using the Keyblade altogether, it was a decision Blizzard couldn't understand.
